Five miles or so from our home flows the Swift River, a winding, rocky, snow fed rush of cold water coming down from the mountains. Unsuitable for canoe or kayak, due to huge boulders and low levels, it has picturesque scenic vistas, rocky outcroppings on which to sun, and deep swimming holes if you know where to look.
Our dog Dewey and I on the steep banks looking down at my husband, standing on a river rock, taking the shot. Note the second photo, taken from the river upwards, shooting level. Those trees are reaching out over the river then arching to the open sky.